“Warning! The subject is resisting memory retrieval!”
“Warning! Brain waves are abnormal and erratic!”
“Warning! Brain pressure is rising above safe levels!”
The machine kept warning loudly and the screen images warped. Precious memories cracked again and again.
Veins stood out on my forehead and cold sweat mixed with blood at the corner of my mouth, dripping to the floor. My head throbbed with sharp pain; each pulse was agony.
“No! We can’t keep going!” an expert shouted. “Captain Newton, if this continues, he’ll die! He’s just a suspect, not the murderer. We can’t take his life!” Others quickly agreed.
“Yes, we must keep him alive. If he dies, we’ll never find the real murderer!”
“He’s awful, but he doesn’t deserve to die. We should follow procedure.”
But many others disagreed.
“Procedure? Did he think about procedure when protecting the murderer? Tasha’s been in the ICU for five years. Who cared about procedure then?”
“It’s better if this scum dies. At least we won’t waste food. As long as we catch the murderer, his death doesn’t matter!”
“Yes! Kill him! Avenge Tasha!”